Chapter 9
SHANE
“Gigit! Marc! Help me!” I scream desperately, hoping to escape this place.
In the midst of my shout, I hadn’t noticed any movement behind me until it was too late. I feel a warmth on my back and something presses against me. A furry, warm body approaches, filling the space with its presence. The creature’s arms wrap around me, placing its large hands (those damned hands) on the door and trapping me between it and its body with overwhelming force. Trapped and with no escape, I realize I have been captured not just by the wolf but also by the abyss of the unknown that accompanies it.
“Damn it, I don’t want to die.” Fear courses through me so intensely that I can feel myself starting to wet my pants. “And I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m pissing myself over the terror I feel.”
My mind struggles to find a reason, a solution, but this mistake has plunged me into such overwhelming silence that I can only cling to the reality surrounding me as danger looms over me.
With nothing else logical to do, I scream.
“LIAM!” I shout with all my strength, the last bit I have left before I faint. If I’m going to die at the hands of a creature, I might as well be unconscious so I won’t feel anything.
When I wake up, I hope I’ve had a terrifying dream; I find myself in bed, feeling the softness of it beneath me.
“Shit, I’ve never slept better.” I murmur, feeling the warmth beneath me, but then a rumbling sound echoes in my ear, and I lift my head sharply. The reality of everything that has happened hits me like a ton of bricks. When I lift my head, I’m left stunned and motionless at the creature beneath me, watching me in silence. Its red eyes shine in the dark. I don’t know what to do: whether to say something more or just remain silent. Well, I’ll tell that to my stomach, which chooses this exact moment to want to vomit.
I try to get up, but its furry claws, or hands-I no longer know what they are-grip me by the waist and prevent me from moving.
“I don’t know if you can understand, but I need to get up, please let me go.” My voice comes out as barely a pleading whisper, and it shows me those fangs by shaking its head from side to side. Damn it, it’s telling me that I can’t stand up. “I don’t understand what you mean by that. I don’t know if you mean you understand me, that you don’t understand me, or that you won’t let me get up. But just so you know, I’m about to vomit on you.” And so, upon mentioning that word, its grip loosens, and I quickly get off the bed, realizing I’m naked. But I don’t shy away from it at this moment and run straight to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet to vomit. After I vomit, I stand up and look at myself in the mirror, completely naked. The grotesque and terrifying thoughts flooding my mind as I see myself this way are disturbing and fuel my imagination about what this creature might do to me, naked. I wet my mouth and drink some cool water from the tap; my stomach appreciates the gesture. When I look back up at the mirror, the reflection of the two-meter-tall creature standing in the doorway leaves me in shock. This allows me to observe its humanoid body, which does not go unnoticed. It is extraordinarily tall and muscular, with a well-defined torso, like that of a burly man, biceps, abs, muscles upon muscles… and… oh yeah, there’s a huge penis proudly standing towards me. I have to admit it doesn’t look like a human’s, but it’s quite similar. This isn’t real, this isn’t real, I’ve gone crazy. Where the hell is Liam?
“Little wolf,” Liam’s voice breaks the silence and our staring contest through the mirror. I turn, trying to look beyond the wolf blocking the entrance, searching for Liam, but I can’t; it’s too big to let me see.
“LIAM!” I call out. “Liam, honey, I’m here!” The beast in front of me twitches its ears at the sound of my voice, surely trying to locate Liam’s voice.
“Little wolf.”
“Liam, my love. Help me!” This time I scream desperately. The beast steps toward me, extending its hands, wanting to grab me. I shake my head as tears roll down my cheeks-“No, don’t hurt me, please.”
The wolf continues to advance toward me. The truth is that I have no escape; I’m vulnerable to it. It can do whatever it wants with me. In two strides, it’s in front of me, taking me by the waist and sitting me on the counter next to the sink. It opens my legs and positions itself between them, well, almost. I look at it with wide eyes; the gesture reminds me of Liam, he’s the only one who has ever done this with me before. No, no, no, that would be impossible.
We stare at each other before I see it stick out its long, pale pink tongue, coming closer to my face; I shut my eyes tightly and hold my breath. I feel the dampness on my neck, it’s licking me! Its tongue wanders over my neck, breasts, shoulders, cheeks, lips… here it tries to enter my mouth, but I won’t allow it. How many damned bacteria is it passing to me! Suddenly, I feel something hard and wet press against the entrance of my vagina, and I open my eyes wide to see its bulbous-headed penis pressing against me. Gripped by panic, I’m left stunned at such a scene.